Sunday, February 01, 2009

MAGIC BEACH

All the way to the north end of townover the dunes and down to our rock cliff with spruce trees growing right on the beach ...

"This is our Magic Beach"she would tell us as childrenwhile we'd sit in the calm and peaceat the end of the beachwith our sack of orangesand our beautiful motherresting her head against against the logs in the sun.

Thanks for passing by. Not felt like doing anything ... under the circumstancesI love this poem. We all have a place ... a special place to be.A walk on a deserted beach.hugs for youIm so glad you are back!

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I treasure every moment and know that it can never be replicated ... I treasure each and every day as a blessing ... I treasure my family and friends ... I treasure my sweet furry kids that add joy to my days ... I treasure everything!